There was a photo, its quality pretty bad, with the main subject, Owen, blurred beyond recognition.

Strangely, those in the background, a group of people, were clear.

The group was Vivian and the cops who had nabbed her at the Northern Airport.

Seeing this photo, Vivian let out a cold laugh.

Hilarious!

"Madam?" Austin heard her laughing but didn't know why. He stopped his briefing halfway, looking at her curiously.

"It's nothing. Keep going, I'm ...